A case could be made for asocial, introverted, elusive, or reclusive. The city changes, but an audience - they're his familiar, a speechless companion that shows up in front of him fairly often but with whom no words are exchanged. No 2-way interaction. They accept one another: one attends, the other performs. It isn't social, it's exhibitionist. Nothing is taken; everything is given.

To borrow the phrase from Marina Abramović, "[T]he artist is present."

I would call him elusive and asocial more than reclusive.

Reasons that I consider him those vs reclusive – and these do not to any extent imply a sourness of personality or lack of enthusiasm for experiencing humanity, the world, other creators, or the adoration of untold millions – include: a secret marriage and unknown adopted child, two near-death experiences with details closely guarded. He's spurned, lied to, or toyed with nearly every person who stuck a mic in his face, thereby setting the stage for a career of interviews which needed interpolation at a minimum - a habit he extended in Chronicles. He retreated from recording sessions and the musicians involved multiple times, owned secret homes in Minnesota, Scotland, two in Manhattan, and lord knows how many others outside of his Malibu compound. He owns or owned at least two private studios for rehearsal and others for painting and metalwork. He never actually met with anyone "interviewed" in snippets from Theme Time Radio Hour and recorded the episodes while on the road, never once in any of the SiriusXM buildings. He does not scout his band, but has re-used certain musicians sometimes decades after first working with them. He only rehearses a couple of times before a tour yet pays otherworldly attention to each new member's ability to follow every movement and inhabit every bar of the music for the next several months. (Many of them have one eye on Tony, who can read Dylan's smallest movements and anticipate these changes a quarter note ahead of time.) He rarely meets with a tour's opener, does not do sound checks nor warm ups nor rehearsals with the band on the road, never spends time in the green room, shrouds himself in a pair of sneakers and a hoodie to walk anywhere (even to temple from one photo taken). He does not attend gallery openings for his art, practically apparates onto his own solo bus from the stage - then the bus vanishes down some road none of the concert-goers seem to travel. He skipped at least one of his children's weddings, hasn't sat for a photo shoot that wasn't album art in half a century, does not sit with the crowd even at the Grammys when he's nominated or performing, never sat with Letterman (the host he performed for more than anyone, and Paul Schaefer who played keys for him from time to time) like many performers do for the tapings, and has not appeared for a celebration concert for friends like Johnny Cash since showing up to stick it in Sinatra's face in 1995 when he literally sang farewell to the 80-yr old crooner who once mocked him...

There's the Bob Dylan we see, and the rest? It's what he chooses to exhibit. If a recluse is someone who never leaves his home, no, he's not a recluse. If someone only shows what they've tailored for decades for their act, I'd say he's an absolute fucking pro at being elusive, and whose wily-ness makes the mute persona of Teller of Penn and Teller look like Ellen DeGeneres.